11
“London? But I thought you didn’t like the city?” Ambrose watched Alex pace the floor of the drawing room. Her pale-pink muslin gown whispered along the carpets as she walked. After last night, he’d believed their night of passion would have drawn them closer, but come the morning, Alex had seemed worried and withdrawn. Now he understood. She was contemplating going to London, a place he knew she didn’t like.
“You said Lord Darlington was dangerous. I don’t believe the country is a good place to stay while he is around.”
“Fair enough,” Ambrose sighed. “It would be easier for him to get to you out here.” It would be even easier in London for her to fall prey to the other men wanting to win the wager. It put her in danger no matter where she was.
I should just lock her away in a blood
